Sunrise

When Sophia woke the next morning, she was quickly reminded by the weight around her neck that she was bound to call her tormentor as soon as she left. She did everything she could to put off leaving but she knew there was a limit. She needed to get to her home to change before she could go to work.

She kissed Noah goodbye and stood in the threshold of his apartment. Trying to give herself the best possible chance, she stuffed her hands tightly in her pockets and sprinted for the elevator. As she ran, she felt control of her hands fade: soon enough they had tugged themselves free of her pockets. Still fighting for control, she mashed the 'down' button with her elbow and waited for the elevator. Even though he lived on the third floor, it took an age to reach the floor and her hand was already dialling Liam's phone by the time it arrived. She stepped in and looked at her reflection in the mirror. She looked dishevelled, braless under her tank top and her long dark hair a mess. She needed to get home to change before work.

"Hello darling," he said in a grotesquely undomineering voice. "You really do like being told what to do, huh?"

"Fuck you Master, I'm hanging up--" she felt her free hand attack her nipples, "AAH!" Every time she felt the word 'master' cross her lips she felt equal parts aroused and nauseous.

"No, stay on the line Sophia."

With a familiar twinge she knew she'd be on the line until he was done.

"Tell me exactly how much you enjoyed last night."

She fought her words this time, holding her lips tightly, but the air **** its way out along with her honest truth: "I enjoyed it reluctantly."

"Where are you now?"

She didn't answer.

"Tell me."

"I'm leaving the elevator," she managed to stop talking for a second by squeezing her lips together before the rest of the sentence **** its way out, "at Noah's apartment building."

"Send me a picture."

She lazily pointed the camera at the mirrored elevator wall and took a picture of herself.

"Ugh, no, go back and give me a proper one. Blow me a kiss. Make it sexy."

Her body turned and walked back into the elevator. "Damn it, Liam, I am in a hurry! I have to get home and change for work." She couldn't argue any longer because her lips pushed into a pout and her body tensed to pose for her sexier photo.

Liam argued while she worked, "No! Just go to work as you are. Just put on some sexy makeup before your shift. The customers will love it."

The twinge in her head this time scared her. She wouldn't ordinarily dare show up to work in what she was wearing, especially with her breasts bouncing around in her top. "Master, I can't go serving customers like this - you have my bra, remember!" She whispered the latter point, ashamed and worried about being overheard. "It's inappropriate."

"Hey if you didn't want to do it, you wouldn't be doing what I say. I'm just giving you what you want. Besides, think of the tips. Flaunt them. You can thank me later by giving me half of your tips. Commission for my great idea."

She felt a substantial twinge this time. "Are you fucking kid-" She reluctantly silenced herself, aware that every time she had argued with him, her day's outlook had gotten significantly worse.